Part of being a baseball mom or dad is cheering on the team. When it comes to shouting out encouragement, my repertoire includes the following:
Go (insert kid name here)!
All right (insert kid name here)!
Nice job (insert kid name here)!
Other parents, however, have a whole arsenal of things to shout and they sound so cool saying them. They're natural shouters, like they've been going to Little League baseball games for years and know all the catchphrases.
Here are a few of the bon mots I overheard at last night's game:
nice play, nice throw, nice cover, nice stop
way to hustle, way to get there, way to swing, way to get your bat on the ball
good cut, good job, good eye, good hustle
keep your eye on the ball, keep your head down, keep it going, keep it up
be a hitter, give it a ride, wait for your pitch, stay in there, wait for the great ones, gotta be in your wheelhouse
come on buddy, right down the plate, hit 'em in the chest, bring it down
eat it! be patient, take care of it.
When I try shouting these things, I just sound silly. I don't know what it is, but I can't carry it off. I'm not a convincing shouter.
Thanks to cell phones, there are other things you overhear at baseball games too. One of the parents had this little doozy of a conversation and gave several of us a good laugh last night:
"What?! You lost your wedding ring??"
"Oh! You found it...that's good."
"You found it in your pajama bottoms?"
"You found it in MY pajama bottoms?"
So, little by little, I'm starting to enjoy baseball. The weather is perfect, the boys are playing like a well-oiled machine (most of the time), the other moms and I have developed a good rapport and a lovely standard sideline banter, even Jonah and Isaac are enjoying themselves with the other baseball siblings they see at every game.
Of course now that it's all coming together, the season is almost over.
Isn't that always the way it goes?